fracture

is it the fact that i have been tucked under

my mother's skirt for the last four months

that I have suddenly become really aware

of fabric, tapestry and its potential?

a work in progress.

fracture © 2010. from the compound series.

tucked under her skirt

i am exposed to her flesh

and to the fabric that swings gently from

her hips.

swish, swish, swish.

her body broken and aged, distorted

now in sleep, a permanent sorrow

has taken the place of rest. Nightmares

sound like whines, that God cant reach.

shriek, shriek, shriek

Yet she lays in tormented rest

unshaken; steady in her faith,

comforted without gestures.

A miracle transpired.